Nine Days in Athens- Day 8- Three, quite different, women.

                                           In a coffee shop next to a hospital, one woman with a serious, blank face sat motionless. At the next table, a woman with a wooly scarf was talking very efficiently and articulately on her phone, possibly to a doctor. I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying but I knew she was taking care of things. All things. (I always longed to be that kind of woman)